Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.